Texty: Front Line Assembly. Improvised. Electronic. Device.. Downfall.

Fuel is running, fuel is coming
Fuel is running down my face
The line, the line, the line is drawn

It won't be long
We have to be strong
Before they drop
The final bomb

Human target identified
Neurotic psychotic, mutated spies
We've got to make a stand

We've got to kill the man
Tonight is when we go
Tonight is when things blow

Full throttle ahead
I think we're already dead
The night is here, I feel clear
I don't feel my head